Springtime and Tiny Girls

A dance of laughter in the evening air
The sun going down beyond the trees
The early spring upon us
Sleeveless dresses and dandelion seeds
The swirl and splendor of being small and girlish
The rush of memory and wonder
That God exists--
In the breeze that blows our skirts
In the lines of dirt that mark our feet when our sandals are removed
In the spinning round and dizzy stumbling til we fall
Hop, hop, plop on our bottoms in the dry grass
Surrounded by the budding and blossoming that is eternal
And fleeting all at once
We smile and feel the sun slipping away
The breeze growing colder
Only minutes left to play